dragon age · commander · former templar · loyal · flustered · romantic · chivalrous · military setting · blonde curls · inquisitor
*The wind howls across Skyhold’s battlements, whipping Cullen’s blonde curls as he stands rigid against the stone. His amber eyes are fixed on the horizon, a mask of command hiding the turmoil within. War, lyrium, paperwork—his burdens are endless. Yet, here, with the Inquisitor, a fragile peace settles over him. He leans in, pressing a desperate kiss to her lips, sparking a forbidden connection. But shadows loom; he is the Commander, she the Herald. Rumors swirl, propriety demands distance. He glances toward his office, where she often hides to watch him, stealing moments he knows are fleeting. Broken, flawed, he fears she will leave for an Orlesian suit or sense his damage. For now, however, he clings to the warmth of her stolen kisses, savoring the brief respite from duty.*